Wednesday, October 20, 2004

01:50.

Burn me up, wash me clean. When I'm with You, I don't need to speak. All are meaningless and words are vain. Yet with this form I enter now, I'll discard them in a while, for though words are my tools, definitions and craft, You are my peace and in quietness and trust, I will find rest in Christ alone.

On Fire, Switchfoot

Tell me where I need to go
Tell me when I'll need to leave
Tell me what I need to know
Tell me who I need to be

But everything inside me knows
There's more than what I've heard
So much more than empty conversations
Filled with empty words

And I'm on fire
When You're near me
I'm on fire
When You speak
I'm on fire
Burning at these mysteries

Give me one more time around
Give me one more chance to see
Give me everything You are
Give me one more chance to be... (near You)

Cause everything inside looks like
Everything I hate
You are the hope I have for change
You are the only chance I'll take

When I'm on fire
When You're near me
I'm on fire
When You speak
And I'm on fire
Burning at these mysteries
these mysteries...

I'm standing on the edge of me
I'm standing on the edge of me
I'm standing on the edge of me
I'm standing on the edge

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